Well the Gods of irony must have had a few drinks upstairs last night with their buddies from the department of irritation, and decided amongst themselves to send another bolt of 'see how much he can take' in the general direction of my fat head.
Try pushing the incidental stuff aside, you know, the repeated failure to impregnate, the confirmation that you've got the natural potency of the dodo, and many, many instances of increasingly irrational behavior etc etc etc.
If you push all that aside, what else would you really NOT recommend a couple who are trying to conceive to do?
Did I hear the skinny lady down the back with the bug eye say 'babysit' ?
We have a winner.
Yes, ET & myself have been asked to babysit for a few hours on Tuesday evening.
Queue awkward silences, knowing glances, brushing off of comments and questions like 'Oh it really suits you' and 'So when are you guys gonna get one?'.
I've booked our flights, withdrawn as much cash as I can fit in a nappy, and photoshopped a birth certificate for the kid who we will raise in Switzerland. (Named Spencer of course, I'm sure she won't mind)
So, ask ME to babysit in my tormented and demented emotional and psychological state will you?
This'll f&^%ing teach ya.....
Disclaimer - I do not condone kidnapping babies. Teenagers are far more likely come willingly to annoy their parents anyway.